There’s this Italian dude I know.
He whispers in my ear every now and then.
From now on, that’s who I’m talking about when I discuss ‘the advisor’.
The other day we were chatting about a gag we used to play called ‘disowned parts’.
The disowned parts gag is what I wrote about yesterday. It’s when you invite people to tell you who they see you as if you were someone famous - like a politician, or an athlete, or movie star or some other media figure. Your job is to study your assigned role. Learn about their strengths and failings and attempt to connect them to yourself. Then we’d party.
We’d all show up dressed up and in role to a big dinner / feast / cocktail party and banquet. It was always a raucous affair! It was an opportunity to connect with an aspect of ourself that we ignored, didn’t factor into our consciousness but impacted our behaviour, otherwise know as the parts of ourselves that we’ve ‘disowned’.
Disowned parts get a bad rap. People take the suggestions personnally. They s…
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